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O That I might fynde the without & kysse ye, whom I loue as my brother which suckte my mothers brestes: & that thou woldest not be offended, yf I toke the and brought the in to my mothers hou∣se: that thou mightest teach me, and that I might geue the drynke of spyced wyne and of the swete sappe of my pomgranates. His left hande lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande embraceth me.
I charge you (o ye daughters of Ierusalē) 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 she be content herself. What is she this, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 cōmeth vp from the wildernes, and 〈◊〉〈◊〉 vpon hir loue? I am the same that 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the vp amonge the aple trees, where thy ••••ther beare ye, where ye mother brought 〈◊〉〈◊〉 in to the worlde.
O set me as a seale vpō thine hert, and as ••eale vpon thine arme: for loue is mightie the death, & gelousy as the hell. Hir coa∣•••• are of fyre, and a very flamme of the LOR¦••E: so yt many waters are not able to quench 〈◊〉〈◊〉, nether maye ye streames drowne it. Yee 〈◊〉〈◊〉 man wolde geue all the good of his hou¦•••• for loue, he shulde counte it nothinge.
When oure loue is tolde oure yonge sister, ••hose brestes are not yet growne, what shal ••e do vnto her? Yf she be a wall, we shal ••ylde a syluer bollworke there vpon: Yf she 〈◊〉〈◊〉 a tower, we shal festen her with bordes of ••edre tre.
Yf I be a wall, & my brestes like towres, then am I as one that hath founde fauoure in his sight.
Salomon had a vynyarde at Baal Ha∣mon, this vynyarde delyuered he vnto the ke¦pers: yt euery one for the frute therof shulde geue him a thousande peces of syluer. But my vynyarde (o Salomon) geueth the a thou¦sande, and two hundreth to ye kepers of the frute.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, O let me heare thy voyce, that my company∣ons maye herken to the same. O get the awaye (my loue) as a roo or a yonge hert vnto the swete smellinge moūtay¦nes.